The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

Even The Old Should Learn.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.